Before
we get into Part Two of my look back at 2004, some unfinished
business from last time. Like I said in the first place, the
necrology was by no means complete and, inevitably, certain names
were inadvertently left off the list, some of whom certainly should
not have been. I overlooked actor Howard Keel, not out of disrespect
but out of a lack of familiarity with his work. All I've seen him in
is a handful of episodes of Dallas,
which I did not watch by choice, and the pretty darn great 1962
sci-fi movie The Day of the Triffids.
I certainly should, and will, familiarize myself with his best-known
films, which include the classic 1954 musical Seven
Brides for Seven Brothers.
I also missed the boat by not acknowledging lyricist Fred Ebb. I'm
not a huge fan of musical theatre but Ebb's shows were among the
truly great ones. I mean, even I liked Chicago.
And if you don't know all the words Fred Ebb wrote for "New
York, New York", I don't think you can even consider yourself
an American, can you? Bottom line is the man who wrote the lyric, "Life
is a cabaret, old chum," deserved some recognition.
Also, when discussing great film composers, I was highly remiss in
failing to recognize David Raksin. Raksin was responsible for the
scores to two movies I absolutely adore, Otto Preminger's brilliant
Laura and Vincente Minnelli's
The Bad and the Beautiful.
Considering how integral Raksin's music is to each of these films,
I'm not sure how I left him out. Raksin should have been mentioned
if he had done nothing but those two films, but his list of credits
is as impressive as any composer's: Force
of Evil, a great though too little known noir; Joseph H.
Lewis' tough and gritty The Big Combo;
the assassination thriller Suddenly
with Frank Sinatra. David Raksin was one of the last of the
old-guard Hollywood composers, a living link to the era of Bernard
Herrmann, Miklos Rozsa, and Alfred Newman and certainly deserving of
being named in the company of those legendary composers.
Finally, considering this is a DVD website, I probably should have
mentioned that Ronald Reagan also made a few movies, some of which
are actually pretty good. His final performance in Don Siegel's
version of The Killers was one
of his best, but he was also memorable in Kings
Row and, of course, Knute
Rockne, All American. I've heard that John Patrick
Shanley attempted to coax Reagan back to the screen, offering him
the part that eventually went to Lloyd Bridges in Shanley's great,
underrated 1990 fantasy Joe Versus the
Volcano. I can understand why Reagan turned it down and
Bridges is certainly terrific in the role but ever since I heard
that story, it's become one of the most tantalizing "alternate-universe"
movies I know.
At any rate, now that we've paid our respects, it's long past time
for me to trot out that tired old critic's cliché, the top
ten list. Not DVDs (we'll get to those in February when we hand out
the 2004 Bitsy Awards) but
movies. You know, those things they put on DVDs besides audio
commentaries and storyboard comparisons. Say what you will about
lists of this nature. Some of you probably think they're useful or,
at the very least, interesting. Some of you probably think they're a
complete waste of time, both yours and mine. But whatever you think
of them, you have to admit it takes a fair amount of chutzpah to
declare in writing that these ten films were your favorite. Nobody
sees every movie that comes out in a given year, even the Eberts of
the world. Personal tastes change, so that what you like right now
might come back to haunt you a few years down the road. And most
importantly, I find that the movies I love the most and return to
year after year are not always the ones I had an immediate reaction
to. Really great movies stay with you, burrowing under your skin and
bouncing around and around in your head. Sometimes, you can't
recognize a movie's brilliance until you've seen it more than once.
So if it's a bit arrogant to pick your ten favorite movies anyway,
imagine how difficult it is to put together a list this year. When
two of the biggest movies of the year are a documentary with the
stated goal of removing the President of the United States from
office and a blood-soaked epic depicting the death by torture of a
lot of folks' one true lord and savior... well, a line's kinda been
drawn in the sand here. But while some movies were extremely
divisive, there were still plenty of pictures we could all come
together around. For instance, we all agreed on the general
suckiness of Surviving Christmas
and chose not to go see it. Good for us!
At the beginning of 2004, I decided I was going to make an effort to
see as many new movies as possible, whether I wanted to or not.
Well, around the time I realized I was going to have to sit through
Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights
if I did that, I abandoned that course. Still, I tried very hard to
see a wide range of movies this year and did fairly well. I
considered a movie to be eligible for this list if it opened in Los
Angeles during the calendar year of 2004. I don't know how many
movies that is exactly, but it's a hell of a lot. I saw around a
hundred of them and didn't come close to seeing all of them I wanted
to see. But a lot of the movies I did see were amazingly good, as
good as anything that's come out this decade. I certainly saw ten
movies that I'm comfortable saying were my favorites of the year.
Now I can't be sure, of course, that these movies will remain my
favorites for the foreseeable future. Only time can answer that one.
But these ten movies are the ones I suspect I'll be returning to in
the years to come. Let's count 'em down, starting at number ten
(we'll just pretend like you can't simply scroll down the page and
see what they all are right now):
10 - The Saddest Music in the World
I've seen a few of director Guy Maddin's earlier movies and I'm
familiar with his visual style, a fetishistic recreation of the look
and feel of silent films. So I kind of knew what I was getting into
with this... or at least, I thought I did. It's been a long time
since I've seen a movie this delightfully, obsessively strange.
Isabella Rossellini stars as a legless beer baroness in Winnipeg who
announces a contest to discover which country has the saddest music.
Mark McKinney (from the Kids in the Hall)
plays the flashy Broadway producer representing America whose
brother (played by Ross McMillan) is a veiled, sickly cellist
representing Serbia. The Saddest Music in
the World plays out like a dream... one of those
particularly weird dreams that you wake up from wondering what
freakish part of your subconscious that came from. It's not for
everybody, that's for sure. But if you can tune in to Maddin's
wavelength, I guarantee you'll see a movie unlike anything you've
seen before.
9 - Maria Full of Grace
This film, the first from writer/director Joshua Marston, is one of
those movies that you will get more out of the less you know going
into it. Not because it depends on cheap tricks or plot twists for
its success. Rather, Maria Full of Grace
is a small, intimate and intense movie that can easily be
overpraised. If you hear a lot of people raving about how wonderful
this movie is, you're not likely to be as impressed. For that
matter, a simple plot summary doesn't do it justice. Yes, it's about
a restless young pregnant woman in Chile who takes a job as a drug
mule, smuggling drugs into America in her stomach. And that may not
fill you with the desire to see it. Ignore all that. Maria
Full of Grace is a quiet, well-drawn portrait of a pretty
extraordinary person. And that's really all you need to know.
8 - Metallica: Some Kind of Monster
I assume it's fairly unlikely that someone who does not enjoy heavy
metal music in general (and Metallica in particular) will willingly
watch this documentary. Too bad for you. Joe Berlinger and Bruce
Sinofsky have made a hell of an entertaining movie here, whether
you're into the rock and roll or not. What happens to a band when
they get all the success they've ever wanted and more? What'll they
do to hang on to what they've got? Some
Kind of Monster is a raw look behind the scenes that most
bands of this size would never let you see.
7 - Kill Bill, Vol. 2
First, what I didn't like. I didn't like the fact that The Bride's
name, so self-consciously kept a secret in Vol.
1, turned out to be such a non-issue. I remain irritated
that a movie that is essentially the ultimate exploitation flick is
so long it had to be divided up. And I really didn't like how the
end credits kept going and going and going, then starting up again
from the beginning and going and going... it was like Quentin
Tarantino was so in love with this movie he never wanted to stop
making it. But despite all that, there was plenty to love about Vol.
2. If there was no single action set piece as impressive
as the House of Blue Leaves slaughter in Vol.
1, there were plenty of smaller, subtler moments that
rank with Tarantino's best work as a director. Michael Madsen and
David Carradine both delivered performances that rank among their
best work but both movies clearly belong to The Bride herself. Uma
Thurman went through the ringer in these two pictures and her reward
is knowing she's created one of the most indelible characters in
recent memory.
6 - Million Dollar Baby
I was disappointed by Clint Eastwood's overpraised 2003 effort, Mystic
River, so was doubly surprised by how much I enjoyed Million
Dollar Baby. No flashy pyrotechnics or dazzling camera
tricks on display here. This is nothing more than a good solid piece
of Hollywood storytelling, old school craftsmanship at its best. The
best news of all is that Eastwood the director has coaxed one of the
best performances yet out of Eastwood the actor. It's a complex and
interesting character, to be sure, but it's also one that Clint
could probably do in his sleep by now. Fortunately for us, he
didn't. Eastwood will probably continue to direct films for the
foreseeable future but if he allowed Million
Dollar Baby to be his swan song as an actor, he'd be
going out on a very graceful note.
5 - Shaun of the Dead
In case you hadn't heard, zombies are back and bigger than ever.
I've always been a bit perplexed by how much horror fans love their
zombies. It seemed to me like there were only a handful of stories
that could be told with the living dead and that George Romero had
already told them all. Director Edgar Wright and star Simon Pegg
have proven me wrong. Shaun of the Dead
is a great British comedy, tweaking the things we all thought were
stupid about zombies all along while still respecting them as
menacing creatures. I can't say I found anything about the movie
even remotely scary but it's to the cast and crew's credit that when
things do turn serious, we aren't impatiently waiting for the next
gag (so to speak). I'd heard a lot of hype about Shaun
of the Dead in the months leading up to its release in
the U.S. and was prepared to dislike it on principle but I just
couldn't. Shaun of the Dead is
charming, funny, and deserves to go into cult movie heavy rotation.
4 - Fahrenheit 9/11
OK, so maybe Michael Moore's diatribe against the Bush
administration didn't change the world the way some of us thought it
would. Even so, I'm surprised that so many of the critics who were
falling over themselves to praise this movie last summer have
distanced themselves from it now that the election is over. Well,
I'll stand by it. Some people don't like Michael Moore just in
general as a personality. I can kind of understand that. There are a
lot of filmmakers I don't like as personalities. Doesn't mean I
can't appreciate their stuff. Fahrenheit
9/11 is not without flaws. Some of the conclusions Moore
draws are spurious at best and I was particularly irritated by the
montage depicting idyllic Iraq before the bombs started dropping.
Even so, there's a lot of very important stuff in this movie. Some
of it's chilling, some of it's touching, all of it's entertaining
and thought-provoking. You don't have to agree with every single
thing Michael Moore says. Think for yourself and draw your own
conclusions. That's what Moore did. And I promise you, the extreme
right wing of this country wishes they had a filmmaker in their
corner as funny and talented as Michael Moore. If they did... hell,
I'd be first in line to see their movie.
3 - Spider-Man 2
More controversial than Fahrenheit 9/11,
more spiritual than The Passion of the
Christ
nah, just kidding. Sam Raimi's friendly
neighborhood sequel is just about as good as a big superhero summer
blockbuster can get. I hate when critics say, "It's that rare
sequel that's better than the original!" At this point, I think
we can all rattle off a dozen or more sequels that are better than
the original, so can we please put that quote to bed? What is
unusual about this sequel is how much it feels like a Sam Raimi
movie and not just a big corporate movie-by-committee. Spider-Man
2 is fast-paced, exciting, funny and suspenseful. It
takes liberties with the source material but the changes seem so
organic and natural that only the hardest of hardcore comics geeks
would begrudge them. If all big studio movies were this good,
smaller movies wouldn't stand a chance.
2 - Sideways
But most big studio movies suck seven ways till Sunday and that's
why a movie like Sideways is
so great. Alexander Payne may be becoming one of my favorite
filmmakers. I haven't disliked a single movie he's made so far and
Sideways is his best yet. The
cast is uniformly great. Thomas Haden Church gives one of those "who
knew?" performances that come from out of nowhere, while Sandra
Oh makes the most of the best and biggest role I've seen her in
since the criminally underseen Last Night.
Virginia Madsen finally gets a chance to show what she can do and
it's about time. I've been a fan of hers for a long time but looking
back on her filmography, it's difficult to say exactly why. Now we
know. And as for Paul Giamatti... this guy's just great. He was
unbelievably good in my favorite movie of 2003, American
Splendor, and he's even better in this. Sideways
is a smart, well-written, well-acted movie that restores a little
bit of your faith in what this medium can do.
1 - Team America: World Police
And yet my favorite movie of the year is a bombastic action-musical
starring a bunch of puppets. Perhaps I should justify this somehow.
Perhaps not. All that really needs to be said is that Team
America is wet-your-pants, choke-on-your-popcorn,
call-911 funny on a lot of levels. As a parody of the Jerry
Bruckheimer school of filmmaking, it's dead-on perfect. As a rude,
crude spin on Gerry Anderson's Thunderbirds,
it's hysterical. But most importantly, Team
America works as a savage, brilliant satire of... well,
pretty much everything. South Park
remains one of the only TV shows ever made that has actually gotten
better the longer it's on the air and television might be the medium
they're best suited for. After all, it doesn't take nearly as long
to produce a half-hour TV show as it does to make a feature film
with marionettes. But with Team America,
Trey Parker and Matt Stone may well have made the most subversively
important movie of the year. It's the only time this year I sat in
the theatre and couldn't believe what I was seeing. Not puppets
having sex but that somehow Trey and Matt had talked Paramount
Pictures into funding one of the most honest and intelligent social
satires in recent memory. America, fuck yeah, indeed.
So there you have it. Just bubbling underneath the top ten this year
were a number of films that would comprise a very respectable top
ten themselves. Since they're all well worth seeking out, here are
2004's runners-up:
The Bourne Supremacy
Control Room
Dogville
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Hellboy
Hero
The Ladykillers
Osama
Outfoxed
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring
Super Size Me
Tokyo Godfathers
Touching the Void
Vera Drake
The Woodsman
Finally... they can't all be gems. You pays yer money and you takes
yer chances when you head to the movie house and when I watched the
following eight movies, I crapped out. Are they the very worst
movies of the year? Lord, I hope not. I'd like to think I'm smart
enough to have avoided the very worst of the bunch. Wild horses with
loaded guns and satchels full of whores and money couldn't drag me
to see the likes of Taxi or
Johnson Family Vacation. But
like I said, there were plenty of movies this year that I wanted to
see that I didn't make it to. And it wouldn't bother me half as much
if it weren't for the fact that instead, I wasted my time and money
on these eight cinematic putrescences.
Why eight instead of ten? Well, some time ago Esquire
magazine listed their selections for the worst films of the year in
their annual Dubious Achievements issue under the heading, "Now
Playing at the Hell Plaza Octoplex". I always loved that. Just
the idea that there was an eight-screen multiplex at some mall in
Hell playing nothing but the worst Hollywood had to offer. As far as
I can tell, they're not doing that anymore. But somebody should, so
until I get a cease and desist, I'll do it. Like Esquire,
I offer no explanations or analysis as to why these movies failed
for me. If I get stuck reviewing them for The
Bits, I'll go into detail. But unless that happens, I
just want to forget these movies ever happened as quickly as
possible.
NOW PLAYING AT THE HELL PLAZA OCTOPLEX:
Along Came Polly
Broken Lizard's Club Dread
The Brown Bunny
Exorcist: The Beginning
Garfield
Saw
The Stepford Wives
The Village
Next time, DVDs. Swear to God.
Adam Jahnke
ajahnke@thedigitalbits.com
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